It's simple, but not necessarily easy

Things are never what they seem to be
one thing might mean a thousand things
to me I can't ever say and seem to
you a simple truth, are you sure
yeah I'm sure
son you aint sure of nothin

Because there is no perfect
crosstitch seam to give a "should"
to mark where my world stops
and yours begins

its all one
and you could easily be me
see it through my history but we're
not necessarily any closer to clarity
we keep trying to find some kind of magic key
and really you are
the rest of me